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Three Line Lunch: Wild LA

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 157

Wild LA

Our dogs bark wildly from backyard, over squirrel chattering, badger growl. Elise:
“They’ve cornered some creature.” I trudge up with flashlight. “Nothing.” But then
Molly’s sightline guides my light treeward: two raccoons huddle on an upper branch.